The Devil's Favourite Obsession

He didn’t give her a fraction of a second to reply. With effortless strength, he hoisted her up by the thighs and slammed her down onto the cold marble edge of the basin. Another shocked gasp ripped from her throat at the sudden movement and the shocking contrast of the cold stone against the blazing heat of his body pressing between her legs.

Cassian leaned in, his lips brushing her skin just a second before his teeth sank sharply into the sensitive crook of her neck. A cry that was equal parts pain and desperate pleasure tore from her mouth, and her legs instinctively wrapped tight around his waist, locking his hips flush against hers.

Forcing his way deeper into her space, Cassian dropped his head, leaving a scalding trail of wet kisses and bites down her collarbone before his mouth captured one of her swollen, delicious, hardened nipples. He caught it between his teeth, biting down with a perfect, agonising pressure before sucking hard. The rough slide of his tongue over the sensitive peak sent shockwaves through her. Cixi arched her spine backwards, offering herself up to him entirely as he ruthlessly ground the thick, rock-hard ridge of his arousal against her wet, throbbing core.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes black with lust. ”I highly approve of this distraction method,” he growled.

Without warning, his mouth clamped down on her other nipple, biting just hard enough to draw a loud, helpless moan of pleasure from her lips.

”I hate you,” Cixi gasped out breathlessly, her fingers tangling frantically in his hair. ”I hate you for making me wait.”

Cassian shifted, sliding his hand from the bruising grip on her ass around to the front. He pressed the heel of his palm flat against the lace of her panties, which were already entirely soaked through with her juices. Finding the swollen bundle of nerves beneath the fabric, he began to press and circle with firm, slow movements.

”Mmm...” Cixi let out a long, delicious moan, her head falling back as her hips chased the friction of his hand.

”If I had known this was the reward for making you wait,” Cassian murmured against the sensitive skin of her breast as he spoke, ”I would make a habit of it.”

Cixi bit down hard on her lower lip, her nails digging into his scalp as he returned to eagerly sucking at her breast. Between the ruthless suction of his mouth and the relentless, driving circles of his fingers over her soaked lace, her mind was fracturing. The sensation was explosive, pushing her dangerously close to the blinding ecstasy he had only recently taught her she was capable of.

”Make me wait again...” she panted, her voice trembling with approaching ruin, ”and there might be no... next time.”

Cassian gave her breast one final, bruising suck before he lifted his head. He straightened up, pulling back just enough to force her to open her heavy, hooded eyes and look at him.

As her vision focused, the haze of lust parted just enough for her to register his appearance.

The impeccably tailored suit he always wore wasn’t there. Instead, he stood between her thighs in a crisp white button-down shirt and a pair of worn denim jeans, looking dangerously casual and entirely lethal.

Cassian moved to take a step back, perhaps attempting to put a sliver of space between them. But Cixi refused to let him retreat. With a defiant spark in her heavy-lidded eyes, she clamped her thighs tighter around his narrow waist, locking him flush against her and the edge of the marble basin.

”Going somewhere?” she breathed in a sultry challenge.

Without giving him a chance to respond, her trembling fingers reached for the collar of his crisp white shirt. She flicked the top button open, then the next, her knuckles dragging deliberately over the hard, heated planes of his chest. As the fabric parted to reveal the sculpted muscle beneath, she leaned forward, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss right over his racing heart.

”I should show you,” she whispered against his skin, her tongue darting out to taste the salt and heat of him, ”exactly what you would miss if you made me wait again.”

With that bold promise hanging in the charged air, Cixi finally unhooked her legs from his waist. She slid smoothly off the counter, her bare feet touching the cool tile floor. Standing before him, completely fearless now, her hands moved purposefully to the waistband of his jeans.

She made quick work of the metal button and the zipper, catching and holding his dark, burning gaze as she pushed the heavy denim down over his narrow hips. His underwear followed a second later, and his heavily veined cock sprang free.

He was rock-hard, rigid, and already weeping at the tip with his arousal.

Cixi paused, her breath hitching slightly as the intoxicating heat radiating from him washed over her face. Before she had come to Cassian to sign their contract, she had nervously done her... research. Flashes of the adult videos she had studied late at night played in her mind, the movements and techniques suddenly crystallising. She remembered exactly what she had seen.

Keeping her eyes locked intensely on his, she leaned in. Her tongue darted out, swirling slowly around the broad, sensitive head, and Cassian hissed.

She captured a salty drop of his slick heat, tasting the rich, musky flavour of him before tracing the ridge.

A harsh, guttural groan ripped from Cassian’s throat. His hands instantly flew to her head, his long fingers tangling possessively in her hair.

Taking her time, refusing to be rushed, Cixi swirled her tongue over the tip again with slowness, teasing him with long, wet strokes like she was savouring a sweet treat. Then, parting her lips, she finally took him in, wrapping her warm, slick mouth around the thick head and drawing him down into the welcoming heat of her throat.